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Post by Carjen Brando on Nov 5, 2017 3:02:36 GMT
Carjen took a long moment to smile at her, still radiating a reassuring calmness, as though he knew everything and had all of the answers. In truth, he knew about as much as the sweet potatoes boiling in the pot behind him, but he didn’t want a lack of knowledge and experience to cause this poor girl any unrest. She deserved to be comfortable and warm and he had the means to ensure such a thing, he would do just that. He nodded softly, some of his hair coming loose with the movement and falling into his face delicately. It was only a few strands of it but it was just enough to loosen his usually uptight demeanor and make him appear slightly younger, a little more childish and less focused on business than usual. He either knew this or didn’t care so he didn’t bother to wipe them away.
“Of course.” He said finally, moving to stand again. It was times like this that his height was a problem, Larkin seemed miles below him when he was upright. But he reminded himself that it was just temporary. He’d get her set up in one of the guest rooms, perhaps the one next to his own so if he did need to get away from her for a time for any reason he wouldn’t be far, and he’d sit in the bed and work, sign some documents or work on his next project perhaps, so that she could feel comfortable enough to get the rest that she needed.
Turning away from her for a moment, he snapped his fingers at the nearest servant. “Let this boil off, and then bring it upstairs to us. We’ll be in the guest room next door to my own.”
The young woman nodded tersely and scurried over to tend to the potatoes while Carjen turned back toward his friend. With his hand on her shoulder he lead her gently back into the hall, his importance in the castle parting the crowded kitchen as it had before. Chiyo was out in the foyer, mopping like the good little boy he was. He looked up as they approached, but Carjen turned them and lead the way up the stairs before they could reach him so he just went back to his work dutifully. The room was at the end of a long narrow hall, the walls all stone bricks and mortar. Though the light from the wall torches was warm and alive, flickering and dancing in the dark and musty air, the stone still felt cold and unyielding, powerful, a piece of a mountain. Carjen found it comfortable and soothing, that quiet force, it was protective, the kind of thing walls that could stand up to catapults were made out of. But he realized that Larkin might find it imposing so he was quick to lead the way to the guest room.
Rose had just finished making the bed and was smoothing out the wrinkles when the jaguar threw the door open. She stood quickly, putting her hands behind her back and bowing to them politely. She shuffled around from behind the bed, as if to make a quick exit, but Carjen stopped her. “Ah Rose my dear.” He started, putting a hand out to stop her from moving. “Could you fetch my friend something to wear to bed? Something fresh and dry.”
He paused and turned to Larkin.
“I’m going to go grab some things from my study. You change and get into bed, I’ll be back in less than a minute, I promise. If you need anything, Rose can help.”
As if to confirm the notion, the portly woman nodded enthusiastically, smiling warmly if with the nervousness of a worker standing before her boss. Carjen nodded back to her, appreciative of her cooperation. Then he ducked out of the room and was gone. For less than a minute as he had promised.
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Post by Larkin Silvaris on Nov 5, 2017 22:38:14 GMT
Larkin followed Carjen like an obedient but curious pup. Taking it all in as she was escorted to her room. He said he would be back and Larkin was given a clean warm gown by the maid before she disappeared as well. Larkin looked down at her wet clothing then lay the gown on the bed. Slowly she began to peel away the soaked layers. Shivering as air kissed her skin. Her fingers briefly paused over the very tiny bump of her normally smooth stomach. For a moment just the hint of a smile came to her lips before it disappeared. The night gown was long sleeved, white and somewhat lacey. Fancy but at the same time functional and warm. It was a tad loose on her but most things were, Larkin certainly wasn’t going to complain. With her wet clothing moved out of the way she turned to the bed.
By that point Larkin’s hair was for the most part just damp and after climbing into the large bed she worked at it with her fingers. Eventually coaxing the long ivory strands into some semblance of a loose unruly braid. Just being dry was a luxury. She felt a little cool again after undressing but she assumed it wouldn’t take long for her to get warm again. She wriggled until she could get beneath the large plush blankets and waited for Carjen’s return.
When she spotted him her blue eyes lit up a bit and she tentatively patted the bed beside herself. From anyone of a more sensual nature the action might have seemed an offer. But from Larkin she did truly just want him to climb into the bed so that she could snuggle against him and steal his warmth. It hardly ever occurred to her that not everyone would like her plastering herself against them like a second skin.
”I feel much better now, thank you Carjen.” She looked at his papers and her eyes widened a bit. ”That is a lot of work…”
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Post by Carjen Brando on Nov 7, 2017 20:29:55 GMT
After a short time, Carjen reappeared in the doorway with his long arms full of what appeared to be junk. One of his hands held a box, the other a folder full of papers, and straps and strands of leather and cloth sat awkwardly in his elbows. He sort of unceremoniously dumped them onto a nearby table, taking some time to sort through them a little bit as Larkin snuggled into the blankets and furs on the bed behind him. He wanted to make sure he had everything, he didn’t spare expense on most things in the castle- the place was his pride and joy and he dumped most of his money into it in various ways, but in particular he was a stickler for comfortable beds. It got cold in the winters, the stone was not terribly insulating, so furs were a must and the soft plush mattresses made it easier for the restless jaguar to rest when the time came. Hopefully she would find it to her liking. More importantly, this meant that he would not be interested in getting up again once he himself was settled in so he wanted to make sure that he had everything before finally obeying Larkin’s summons.
With the binder of papers in hand, he crossed over to the empty spot on the bed and gracefully fell upon it, pausing to kick off his boots before bringing his legs up, stretching them long and loosely down the mattress. He was so tall that his now bare toes touched the baseboard. He crossed his feet casually and set about sorting through the papers situated in his lap. Most of it was mail, he’d been away on business recently and had to catch up on his sorting of the new orders he got from the noblepeople here in Mir. But he also had several other documents to deal with, receipts and proofs of purchase, some paperwork and contracts regarding the addition he’d just put on his stable, a bill from the king requesting payment for the land his castle sat on, that sort of thing. He thumbed through it casually, looking it over with a casual green eye.
“It’s not too bad.” He responded to Larkin’s observation, lifting his arm so that she could snuggle up against his torso without obscuring his ability to write. “I was off making deliveries to Airen, made a bit of a goof and hurt myself really good so I’m just a little behind on orders, that’s all.”
He sifted through the papers again, trying to decide where to start. He pulled up a small envelope emblazoned with a great red seal. It was from the king. Carjen’s eyebrows jumped to his hairline for a moment, he didn’t often receive personal letters from high standing officials, sure they sometimes summoned him for business but usually they sort of passed by each other in the night without a wave or a hello. Carefully, he opened it.
“Oh it’s a letter. About the ball.”
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Post by Larkin Silvaris on Nov 7, 2017 21:29:55 GMT
He sat down on the bed beside her and Larkin felt dwarfed by comparison. It wasn't really a daunting to her, or worrisome. She had no fear of the large feline and as soon as he lifted his arm in a silent offer for her to worm closer she acted. Her lithe frame curled against his side. Her cheek rested against his chest as she listened to the rumble of his voice, drinking in the delicious warmth and contented feeling that came with being at a friends side. "Orders? Like how you make armor?" She questioned as her fingers toyed absently with the fabric of his shirt. He had told her back at the cabin that he could work leather but she didn't know if it was perhaps how he made his living all together.
She yawned and her body arched slightly before practically melting back against him. She didn't look at the papers he held. Not wanting to be nosey despite being curious. "The ball?" Larkin and Felix had gone before things went badly but she had heard of the chaos. Of the horrors. She was thankful that they had not been present. But was Carjen? She couldn't recall seeing him there. "Were you there? I didn't see you but there were many people.." And she was short, she could hardly see past the many tall men that had attended.
Her fingers that had played with his shirt drifted to her own messy braid. Her stomach grumbled unhappily against his side and Larkin seemed to shrink a bit with embarrassment. "I am sorry." She whispered softly, willing the heat in her cheeks to go away.
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